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1. |
Break Them Shackles
03:47
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Verse 1
the earth shakes,
the sound of mankind on decline as they voice quake,
beneath an open pit,
Lazarus made in one take,
shot by a rebel on a rebel watch the level and the mistake,
of cutting one’s nose for the goal to spite the whole face,
we one race,
but see me as a nigga with a court case,
this black face,
is Freddy to you steadys with the white shade,
this tight space,
we stuck up in the muck but got the nice fade.
(chorus)
Say we gotta look good when we break the shackles one day,
We finna look good when we break the shackles one day,
We boutsta look good when we break the shackles one day,
We finna look good when we break the shackles one day,
I spokes to the wind and I’ll tell you what the sun say,
We finna look good when we break the shackles one day,
We boutsta look good when we break the shackles one day
We boutsta look good when we break the shackles one day
We break them down,
We break them down
We break them down
say we boutsa look good when we break hem shackles one day,
we finna look good when we break them shackles one day,
I spoke to the wind and I tell you what the sun say,
we finna look good when we break them shackles one day…
Verse 2
say we finna look good when we break them shackles one day,
we boutsta look good like the hood that you gentrify,
its do or die,
for those who look like you and I,
a loosened tie can still strangle though,
so peep the queues and you tangle with the money more funny than an ocean view,
the notion grew just a greed began to speak to you,
its nothing new,
humans in the race to see the deepest blue,
or blackness of space,
or the breath that it takes,
or the lives that we fake,
while the earth steady shakes,
from the pain that we make,
so take head of the wind,
take head of the wind,
while them phony mens win like…
or the lives that we fake (lives that we fake)
so take head of the wind, take head of the wind, while the phoney mans win like…
so we finna look good
(x8)
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2. |
The King of Salem
03:40
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INTRO
keep it
realer than silicone
For real is never home
Be bottle our melatonin
To barter for better phone
Kick fodder with the thing you call god for a better home
Now piety makes him deaf
so we gotta use megaphones
now
Quiet as kept for our souls we forever own
I’m Skipping some steps on this highway to martyrdom
Leaving a mark upon heart made of many stone
Maybe ya life would feel right if ya love was strong
We are all just sparrows in a snow storm
Verse 1
They keep us in line,
Stand tall straight spine,
Never mind what you wanna see,
Grind for the papier-mâché, stow ya paper away,
For the day when money no longer matters see,
This is what we buy when we sell us pipe dreams,
Pipe bombs what they buy with the cream from our dreams,
Make schemes of the dead with the head of the state,
Make fiends for the money,
Take means from the hungry,
Shake teens for the funny,
Now we all just sparrows in a snowstorm,
Lost in our selves and our wealth maybe evil be the true form,
Torn between fear for the newborn who skins darker than shoe horn, no shoe in,
We can make it on our own two,
With alley oops from Malcolm, Martin,
and some voodoo from Wakanda,
And still they call my people tribes,
savage or not alive, like we died in chattel bondage?
You aint kill us yet nigga
Said our rights turned jaundice,
Our skin black as onyx,
Our freedom took hostage
while free men paid homage
(x2)
triple digit deaths every where I step
I can hear shallow breath a dying man from a hallowed set
Hollow points burst from auto tech
Beneath a bed of hearses is where we lay our nations curses
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3. |
Freedom
01:22
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Spoken Word
They wanted free labor commanded by saviors,
Con-men and slavers, some British, some Quaker,
Even Brazilians was movers and shakers see,
How you think half of them look like the maker,
You wonder why people start selling they neighbor,
P O dot dubbin to even that labor,
Indenture your soul for that chattel like flavor,
We were the product,
Commodity profit,
The stronger the fruit meant for loot for that trader,
Longer the noose meant for use for the slaver,
Maybe its evil these people do savoir,
Colonize land in the name of thy savoir,
Then burn it all down til its ash
Barter our bones and our spices for cash,
Vulture the culture erasing that class,
Erasing that knowledge you squandered in college pursuing that ass
Now the sun shall never set,
Over the land of lost Kemet
You can take us out the bush but we gon never trust the west I said
The sun shall never set,
Over the land of lost Kemet,
You can take us out the bush but we gon never love the west
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4. |
People Are Evil
04:00
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All of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people, all of my people
All of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
People are evil, people are evil, they evil yeah
Verse 1
They say we’re jumping of the deep end
Tell me so when they bury me this weekend
Even in death I can still hear them creepin’
Even in death I can still hear them speakin’
Out of my mind, I really need to move out
Cause I gotta build my heartspace
Folded the rags you had gave me
Cause we risin’ on the third day
Chorus
All of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people, all of my people
All of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
All of my, all of my people are evil
People are evil, people are evil, they evil yeah
Bridge
Now baby why are we so evil
Hang loose while they killin’ all our people
Now baby why are we so evil
Loose noose we just trying to be equal
(x2)
Verse/Bridge
all of my people are evil
you say we be thugs and you call us illegal
our money means nothing
our words are deceitful
our bodies be burning at foots of cathedrals
I say nah nah nah
all of my people are evil,
history lost on that wings of an eagle,
of which it was born from oppressors upheaval,
linage long for our bloodlines be regal,
Outro
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5. |
No Paz
02:29
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Shit got rough when a nigga stopped thankin,
Gained more steam when a nigga stopped drankin
Liquor, the vicar cant hear what you thankin,
I see no peace, just the police bang
(x2)
Verse 1
Said the g men lurk at the edge of our turf warfare where them shots aim fair as the system,
Box every nigga in a cell,
Get a check in the mail so them head count numbers aint dippin,
While the motherfuckin’ police trippin,
Tippin the scales, in favor of the rich politic type stiff who would rather bullshit with his gifts right quick than ever try to listen,
To the plight of the poor, whatchu fightin us for, with them four door tints and them canines,
Boy step down for they hit you with that slave mind,
No prob to kill just to save mine,
With them blue c notes in a gold cash clip with some shit that the police took from the drugs crimes,
Gats from the back leave you loose from the C9,
And deader than the amazon’s grapevines
Verse 2
Fight back withcha grissle,
(SFX) go the missle,
past cats who would die just to fight,
to the middle class,
fades with the shade when the police triple
death techs in the hood so we wish a jake would,
step foot in the wood with a body cam,
12 get slick, saint peter at the lobby fam,
turn a day job were you rob for the hobby,
fam die when you lie for the pride of a bobby,
fuck the pig nigga
Shit got rough when a nigga stopped thankin,
Gained more steam when a nigga stopped drankin
Liquor, the vicar cant hear what you thankin,
I see no peace just the police bang
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6. |
o sicario e o padre
03:36
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Verse 1
A little verbiage got me wordage in the weekly,
Now everybody treat me like I made the box of Wheaties,
My ego defeats me so my ID be walking freely,
Til I put it to bed with marijuana and a Seely,
Seal these doubts within the back of my temporal box,
And pray to Allah and Jah we never break the locks,
The super ego was the builder to the psychic block,
Until the undercover ops shot our stock and started plantin glocks,
Now everybody wants to ride the trend to Basquiat,
But they aint bout that life,
They aint never hit that rock bottom,
Like Fred when them ops shot him
What the Torah did to Sodom,
What the Joker did to Gotham,
What the banks do for Rodham
My people try not to trip, for the karma got em
See we all die certain death, leaving with some clustered closets,
Carry bills with former ills like they some running faucets
Verse 2
Told them people fret not, little soldier, see the bet hot,
They say it take a year before I earn that guest spot,
Set up on post letterman,
Colbert saw our set hot,
You see I got a band and we growing like a cash crop,
Ask Popovich,
couldn’t predict the type of shit we on,
But neither did y’all so don’t regret not playing my songs,
Figured bandwagons need gas too,
Like a brow bear needs bamboo,
Or like im Miss Chloe and im coming back from round two,
a prophet or not,
prophetically stoke the fire of inspirational desire,
no promise of golden thoughts,
I figured the limit is, further than what we say it is,
Figured that limitless is closer than what we think it is,
A modest life leads to the smoothest route,
I guess as smooth as dad’s heart that shit petered out,
Metered like a boxing bout,
It’s when life takes that dive in the 10th is what you see what life’s really about.
Verse 3
Light flickers upon an ashen table,
Spare stem with no ends litter these token fables,
The voice of my own fear drowns out expensive cable,
The kid prayed to the God like a was Sister Mabel,
In three hours I was,
Absent of rent,
3000 bucks of money spent,
demos gone too,
through the back them niggas came and went,
and no less, they knew my work sched
and had both taken that one pledge,
to rob a nigga blind for heron and heavy pain meds,
my soul clad but I was still dodging them toe tags,
with slow drags of greenery scenery
filled with nomads,
who bite upon your steez
with the ease of licking ya gonads,
and fade into the night
when they figure out they shit is so bad…
they shit is so bad…
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7. |
Black Boy Run
03:44
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Verse 1
Now gold thangs,
Be the new chattel chains,
No change from this game of free labor through pain,
Can you ‘splain why we slain,
Are we threats to your name,
your position in this game,
Or traditions of the same?
Is it us, who would run upon the earth to clear our name
Is it you who would bear upon your chest the mark of Cain
Is it we who would bend upon our knees to quell your shame
Is it thee who gon lie and say you like Barak Hussein
Can you ‘splain
Bantu Biko
Died for us to shoot for free throws
Peep holes right above the prison,
People die so you could listen,
To their culture through attrition,
And get eaten by the pistons of this system,
I see privilege in your vision
I see money as your mission
Chorus
You can see us from the back,
See this black boy run.
You can shoot me from the back,
See this black from run.
You can choke from the back,
See this black man run.
See this black man run.
See this black man run.
See this black man run.
Verse 2
Now see us rollin’,
Over credence that was stolen,
By catchers that look like Holden,
Rye bones with spirits broken
Our flesh is started its moldin’,
Yet our mouths murmur the omens,
Just watch as they search for totems,
Parables upon a scale the size of oceans,
Fuck your notion,
Fuck your sentence,
Fuck the jury you be renting,
Fuck the privilege your lamenting,
Your 401k and pension,
This that tension that this country,
Leaves in digital suspension,
While they count up on my mentions,
like stars in different dimension,
Yo gon ride with our dissention,
Or die while you repenting,
I see money as your vision
I see privilege as your mission,
You gon ride with our dissention,
or die while you repenting,
I see money as your mission,
I see privilege as your vision.
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8. |
The Wind & The Rain
02:14
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Wind & that rain
Wind & that rain
& its, calling your name
calling your name
& its calling your name
calling your name
Verse 1
I guess I’m destined for defeat,
Said that land to the sea,
The sun smiled in pain,
While that moon, it wept to sleep,
Every soul that ever stirred,
Simultaneously,
Took that great sigh of sadness for that,
Land of the bleak
I guess the meek lead the meek like them
shepherd-less sheep,
Guess these people legislate behind that
suit and a tee,
Lets be that sweeping decree,
A dead prophet whose got love for that sea,
Not to part for parting means the end of life within we,
Said that land to the sea
And the moon to that deep
See that sun die in pain
Now while that moon wept to sleep
callin’ your name, and they callin’ your name…
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9. |
Ain't For Us
03:26
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Verse 1
You see I’m the ,
son of Aphrodite,
While ya heart stay cold ,
life ambush ya soul,
Burn ya body just to spite thee,
Conjure up the jealous while my legion stands beside me
I’m mockin’ all the trends yall created over night see
Nightly,
I remove the third eye from the motherfuckers who claim they got the sight b
Slightly,
Split ya major veins for the hype beast,
Fitchu with some reins,
guide you where your left and right be,
O these limbs for the savoir,
Sweep you back home to the source that had made ya ,
Laid ya,
Spine broke down like the league does the raiders,
Even as a kid,
Zelus been ya neighbor
Sittin’, reclined, in the back of yo mind,
When life ain’t really tryna pay ya,
Believe in the zeal of the green,
For the blood of your dream,
Lies on Eros’ wings,
That shall fade into vapor.
Verse 2
See the
rigor of the mortis
Death can afford us,
gorgeous,
when life tryna short us
Pain for the porous
When peter tryna sort us
Orders from niggas tryna lord us
Brain shuts down like a cordless
Nerves tryna surf but they board-less
Hand grasps air like a sword-less
Bloodstream sing like a chorus
Sing like that chorus baby
Upon these thrones lie I sit,
High above those who’s society has deemed to be greater stepping stones than human beings my nigga
Interlude
Every breathe you take is a step toward death
Every breathe you take
Every step you fake
Every lesson paid be a penny for death
See the hearse be the purse where them spent sould swept
Bridge
but even my friends aint for us
Gore us
We be the bull to they tourist
No last words like your heart sing that chorus
No last words let your heart sing that chorus
Now even my friends ain’t for us,
Taurus
We be the Screech to they Morris
No last words like your heart sing that chorus
No last words let your heart sing that…
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10. |
O Alquimista
03:05
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Verse 1
We fight for the sake of a future not ours
See we work 40 hours,
Just to line every pocket as,
Paper mean power that will never grow sour
So we think,
But this lands made from honey and milk,
Built with silk from the sinew of our,
Will to continue to,
Bleed for this land so make peace with that hand,
That built shit, for your dreams you saved up for,
Til you done for,
So matter
To self, not to wealth,
For the labor of love’s really worth it,
We’re perfectly flawed
In awe of destruction we aimlessly cause,
And wonder to pause when there’s someone in need now
Plant that seed and concede that we’re built on regret and
Forget them limitation society has set
for your mind id that step a road less traveled,
Like the tower of babel we riase as we fall so…
We rise as we fall
We die as we crawl
We give it our all
(x4)
spoken word
the sky & ocean
brother and sister
meet at the horizon to speak about why people pout
when such a place they before them,
a land forsaken by the many who forget its name,
who spread blame with hot knifes over oil slicks and human shit,
fed to our indentured orange jumpsuits with numbers for names,
you see they were people before the system failed them,
and raised your profit margin,
like the nigga jargon you cop for them likes,
you see
the sky and ocean
brother and sister
meet at the horizon to speak about why people pout
when the water runs clean and they dream about bullshit,
not if they can make it through the night alright,
you see the sky and ocean
brother and sister
meet at the horizon to speak about why people pout,
when such a place they before them…
when such a place they before us.
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11. |
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Verse 1
Spoke to a sprit from the cosmos
With the rage of a man and the knowledge of apostles,
His soul old as fossils,
Sat right on across with the air of all knowing,
Like the flaws I was showing,
For he spoke, but his mouth was still,
It laughed and said you know not who you are,
And like a voice from afar,
Who spoke verbiage from the window sill of god’s palace,
Say we’re born out of that malice of human will,
Who pop pills to write ills,
And write wills with no frills ,
A raw deal and happy meals be the backbone
I said I know your pain,
I know your pain,
I know your pain
Take it easy baby
Love ain’t easy baby
Take it slow I know you’re scared ill be right there
Know your seasons baby,
Love ain’t easy baby
Take it slow…
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12. |
Broken Worlds
01:40
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Fiction isn’t written in your stars,
And now you’re on your own,
Watch the people kill themselves,
Just to know how to feel,
Even when we’re dead and gone,
We still refuse to kneel,
Worlds… Broken worlds,
Plastered on your ceiling case,
Broken worlds…
Plastered on your celling case.
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13. |
falou com o vento pt. 1
02:10
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Verse
The lost art of being human is the show of love,
Like Monet or van Gogh,
Or a cut above ,
See I’m Pollock with the words and a fisted glove,
Held just right above the olive branch and the dove,
With wings clipped and beak chipped from the glass cage and shit
Its like the whole worlds a zoo
Where everybody watch screens and chant you don’t you
While the cellies in yo body and yo bullshittin hobbies need thy vitamins too
(and vicodin don’t count)
still the feds Orwelli to the bellies of American youth
the voting booth be the edge of the tip of the tooth
see the mouth so wide we split pride while it swallows the truth
verse 2
catch thermals with the feathers on the dermal on my soul,
hit the bowl of the face of a cliff ,
and go to space for a bit,
and dream back all the land that we stole,
from the forest of the rain to the south-est of poles
we burn the darkest of coals,
and pipeline the earth blood,
dateline come on at 9 when our planets gives up,
we give the ye-est of shrugs,
til its deep impact and we praying to the gods that none of us love
so lace up big fella,
and watch them pockets
use people for they profits,
like aint you from the tropics
they stories for our topics
my nigga peep the optics
but them rose tinted glasses fitted mighty nice
aint no fog up in them shits if your skin tone light
while you sun beneath the sun til that skin tone right
we pray to make it through the night if our fate is right
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14. |
falou com o vento pt. 2
03:23
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Verse 1
You push love toward the back,
I know you’d rather be alone,
In the reaches of your mind,
In the place you call home,
Tryna cope with the hope of a soul who ain’t mine
Who’s body’s been lost in the fabric of time,
Tryna cope with the hope of a soul who ain’t mind
Who’s body’s been lost in the fabric of…
Verse 2
The wind knew better,
For that wind knew weather,
And that weather could change,
See and the weather could change see…
That change meant that same rain,
That same rain
could feel that same pain again,
Feel that same pain again,
Whether be land or sea,
Nothing worthless to me,
When the heart this he wasn’t nervous anymore…
Verse 3
We burn,
With the light of the sun,
The wind, the wind when it runs…
(x2)
Outro
just determined,
to burn with the light of the sun,
and the wind when it runs,
and the people with funds,
they burn them in closets,
and keep them in pockets ,
with people who’s options is done,
save for the little ones killin’ your fun,
they killin’ your fun,
they killin’ your fun…
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15. |
HeartSpace
04:29
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Verse 1
The heart can choke the mind
The brain can snap the spine
And i…
Will lose everything in time, everything in time…
Interlude
And you’re all of my people
and you’re all of my people
and you’re all of my people
and you’re all of my..
Verse 2
Use your skin and bone
For dated loans
See college paid to send you home
With paper printed
That glass encased
Your frame is fitted now run that race
And pray them ankles sturdy,
Cause the future aint
Cause the future aint
See the future aint
No the future aint
Interlude
And you’re all of my people
and you’re all of my people
and you’re all of my people
and you’re all of my people
Outro
We’re the children of worlds not of this
Cast from the kiln,
to the tomb of the rich,
now father to time and the mother of bliss will,
Ride upon wind to
save us from this…
to the tomb of the rich
Mother and father…
Will save us from this (x5)
realOutro
We’ll never call,
You’ll never know,
And when we die young,
And nobody grows old,
Just cherish your journey,
And try to stay gold,
And when the time comes,
All you’ve got is your soul.
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